Greater Marist Family Weekend
Marist College July 11-13,
The theme for the weekend is centered
on the spirituality of St. Marcellin Champagnat. Br. Philip Robert will
be our main presenter. In addition to inviting the readers of
Marists All, we have extended
an invitation to the laity involved in the Marist Sharing Our Call
program. If interested, secure a reservation by sending a deposit of
$25 per person to Maurice Bibeau,
4 Van Wert Place, Hyde Park, NY
12538. The complete cost of the weekend including six meals and
lodging is $170 for a single, $315 for a couple. Questions may be
directed to John Scileppi <firstname.lastname@example.org or 845-575-3000,
Mount St. Michael Academy September 6, 2008
Join with us from noon to five pm
to continue the tradition of coming together to share food, drink, and
Marist Spirit. Bring a dish that will feed yourselves and another as
well as your beverage of choice. Visit with some old friends and see
some new faces. If you haven’t come before, you could be one of those
Marists All team requests that
each reader who has access to our website kindly check the Contacts list
for correctness of physical address. We also need updated e-mail
addresses even though you may prefer to have a paper copy of each issue.
Let us know of any changes Thanks to Jack Noone for “doing good
quietly” by using his gifts to update our website and working with Rich
Foy to allow for easier access by our readers. Rich informs us that we
have 450 e-mail subscribers and a little over 200 “paper devotees.” Our
team is still on the lookout for younger tech-wise readers of
Marists All to assist with the maintenance of the website. We are
also grateful for those who recently sent us contributions to defray
expenses associated with sending copies of Marists All to those
who do not utilize the electronic version: Jerry Byrne, Frank Backus,
and John W. King. Editor.
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O’CONNELL ‘58: It was fifty years ago this year that "our
group" ('57HS and/or '58N) would have taken/did take the habit, being
the last group to "take names." We acknowledged the Marists All
connection at this year's "Oh, B/brother Where Art Thou?" Sixth Annual
"Gathering" in Esopus, most especially since the founder of the Marists
All vision, David Kammer, had been our Master of Novices. We especially
honor our Golden Jubilarian B.Ernie Beland FMS, the "last man" standing
in our group.
We were thirty-three "strong" back in
1958, and our six-year "OB/bWAT" search efforts have now accounted for
thirty of the group. We're missing information now only on Milo
Bushnell, Charlie Jacklin, and Bob White. We would much appreciate any
help Marists All readers might give us: <
Eight of us (Kenny Connell, B. Felipe
Renato Cruz, Jim Gara, Vinnie Hall, B. Philip "Al" Lacroix, Rene Lozada,
Bernie Ortueste, Bill Reffelt) have gone on before us. The
circumstances of the passing of Vinnie and Bill served to stimulate our
search for each other. This search we named "Oh B/brother, Where Art
Thou" after a movie loosely based on the epic journey of Homer's
Twelve of us “prepsters” and
once-novices were at this year's Esopus Gathering. We were not blessed
by the presence of real-deal "Golden Jubilarian" Br. Ernie Beland, nor
by several others who attended previously: Pete Kuveke, Pat Murphy, Bob
St. Amand, Eddie McCarthy. The twelve of us at this OB/bWAT Esopus
Gathering were the largest representation of any group at any of them.
Our 50-year+ picture includes: George
Bagnell (LI),George Conboy (AZ),Pat Fazzari (NYC),Charlie Kennedy (LI),Matt
McComish ("snatched " from his nursing home in Andover, MA, by Oke and
Russ and "attended to" in Esopus by our own Dr. Fazzari and hospice
worker Conboy), Bill Neu (VA), John "Oke" O'Connell (ME), Vin
Poisella(NJ), Bill Shannon(NJ), Rich Shaw(CA), Ed Smith (FL), and Russ
Therriault (FL). Click on the photo to see what they
look like now!
Nine others were absent: Artie
Bedard, Frank "Pete" Walsh, Mike "Dom" Apostoli (FL), John "Mark"
Buckley(IL), Rollie Dubois(NY), Tom Fahey(FL), Owen Gormley (WA), Mike
Sugrue (NJ), and Jim "Gene" Zanni (WA)
Of the twenty-nine of us who
graduated from the Prep back in '57, twenty-four have been accounted
for...with Frank Cahill, Steve Delange, Al Hamel, John Lennon and Bob
Walsh being among those not yet found.
We've encouraged the group behind us
to join us next year for our Seventh Annual Gathering (April 18, 2009).
They were once about sixty strong, with a third persevering as Marists,
one becoming a diocesan priest. Forty-eight actually took the habit as
Novices in '59, including the '58 high school graduates who were once at
the Prep and the '59 Tyngsboro novices. Interested parties are asked to
contact Jim Gargan or Frank Sutton through (OBbWAT@aol.com
207-633-0644) Click on the thumbnail
to see representatives who attend the Esopus gathering.
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GEORGE CONBOY ’58: Where do I start to explain the joy our
reunion brought to each of us a few weeks ago? For one thing, I ended
up in the hospital for a week just a few days after returning home.
Thank goodness I didn't get sick sooner and have to miss the reunion. I
have been to three of the reunions, and I’ve been hospitalized during
the other three.
After my travels in
California and Florida and Massachusetts and my Esopus visits, I have
had the pleasure of catching up with so many of our classmates in recent
years. Oke’s efforts have been very fruitful in tracking our long
lost B/brothers. Br. Ernie (Beland) may be our only surviving Brother,
but we also fondly remember Br. Philip Gilmary (Alfred) and Br. Renato
Cruz, who have been called to heaven.
Esopus has always been a
place of comfort and peace to me. When my children were little, we
often went and camped in the woods for a wonderful few days of fishing
and relaxation. I never failed to visit with the Brothers on the
property. It was so nice to feel so welcomed in a place where I had
spent my early years with the Brothers. The cemetery was the highlight
of every visit. When I arrived there in 1954, there were only two
Now when I walk the cemetery,
I am filled with beautiful memories of the staff from the juniorate and
novitiate and Poughkeepsie and my fellow teachers and classmates.
Although I can't name any one person who influenced my life, let me pick
one man who recently was called home. Br. Conan Vincent taught me
general science in 1953, the year before I went to Esopus. Br. Conan
had a very strong voice and when he folded his eyebrows together, we
thirteen year olds knew he meant business, and there was NEVER a
discipline problem in that class. He was the personification of the
“BROTHERS” the nuns told us we would have to deal with in high school.
Now, 55 years later, I assure you that every kid in that class just
loved Brother Conan. I'll bet every student he ever taught looks back
to remember that wonderful and kind man.
Getting back to the reunion,
I wish I had the vocabulary to express my good feelings that were felt
during those days. I can only advise others from our MARIST FAMILY that
they would have had to be there to feel the way each of us felt during
those wonderful days.
Perhaps the twelve of us from
our class represented the largest group from our class to be together in
many, many years. It would be wonderful if all who have attended over
the past six years could be there for our next reunion. The others were
certainly present in spirit. (email@example.com;
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BYRNE ’60: Every year the Esopus Gathering just gets better and
better. This year some new faces showed up at Holy Rosary, and everyone
greeted them like long lost brothers. And isn't that who we are, or
were? Perhaps we weren't lost but we have been apart. Many thanks to
those in particular who got this thing started and have kept it going
with a lot of hard work: special kudos to John O’Connell and his
helpers from the class of ‘58.
This was my fifth Gathering. When I
attended the first one I felt tentative about being there. With each
passing year I have felt more into it and now believe that I truly
belong. We have at the very least shared the experience of being called
to religious training for one or more years during which time we lived
in a community as young men. And now years later we come together again
as much older men to once more share the experience of community life
for a few days. What a great way to have a reunion...and we get to do
this every year if we so choose.
We had a great several days.
We got to walk the Esopus cemetery rows and recall the men who helped
shape our lives. Then we spent a lot of time sitting around and talking
about what has happened to us through all these
For me it's a joy to return
to Holy Rosary and remember what it was like when I lived in that house
almost fifty years ago, recalling the names and faces, the chapel, the
sleeping quarters, our two Brothers in charge of the house (Leonard
Alphonse and Robert James), the Dec 31, 1958, New Year's Eve party the
seniors enjoyed with punch spiked with wine, and so much more.
I departed for home Sunday,
March 30th, and dropped two people off at the airport: Russ
Therriault and Steve Slack. All the way home to New Jersey I thought
about what a great long weekend I'd just experienced and how much I am
looking forward to the next Gathering in 2009. (firstname.lastname@example.org;
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FAZZARI ’58: I have just returned from our Gathering at
Esopus. Above all, I would describe the weekend as a time of
companionship, of blatant give-and-take, and of pure joviality. It was
also a respite, a certain time of peace derived from just being
Our group photograph is quite
a documentation of what we look like now, fifty years after we first
donned the Marist habit as novices! Smiling characters for sure,
standing there connected to each other. However, that picture conveys a
In the center sits Matthew,
blind and ill, his sense of humor intact, there because of Oke's
uncommon compassion and charity. He and Russ drove four hours to
Massachusetts to bring Matthew to Esopus with the hope that his spirits
would be uplifted by the togetherness. And standing there is George
Conboy, the provider of a concerned care for Matthew honed by his years
of working with hospice patients.
I mention these two brothers, not to the exclusion of the
others, but because we all witness what they did. And it was the entire
group that revealed a generosity toward Matthew, as they transported and
included him in everything we did. To have been at Esopus, then, was to
have witnessed brotherhood in abundance. That group photo represents a
group of men who have evolved, moved on, coped, and survived.
Yet, lurking about is a
fundamental question: What is it that brings us together? Could we have
been imprinted to varying degrees by our experiences at the juniorate,
the novitiate, Marist College and beyond? Or do our subsequent lives
contain events informed by an underlying spirituality that is a
continuation of that begun by our Marist experiences? Maybe one reason
we come together is to explore and understand this possibility.
The weekend at Esopus was a
non-threatening, non-judgmental mixture of light-hearted reverie and
some serious ideas. Still, we can ask: "Lord, why was I there?" The
group photo suggests an answer: To show that we have persevered,
constantly renewing our faith in who we are, hoping that these qualities
will remain with us forever.
Marciaemail@example.com 212 772 9113
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Memoriam: Br. George Matthews
From LEO BYRON
‘57: When I met Br. George I was about ten years old. I wanted to
become a Cub Scout, and, lo and behold Br. George in his lay life was
the Cub Master. We would have the meetings at his mother's house. She
would prepare little goodies for our ever-hungry bellies.
There was no epiphany in his
life that suddenly made him whom we all knew. He was always a warm,
gentle man with a smile and a desire to do something for others.
He would take the Cub
Scouts on small adventures like camping overnight in real tents at St.
Anne's camp, owned by St. Anne's Parish in Lawrence, MA. He helped us
get our merit badges with his ever-present smile and easy manner. He
was a combination father figure and a big old buddy who was always a joy
to be around. He led a simple life, and knew what real life values
were. He was born a Marist Brother. It just took a little time for him
to realize God's call.
Rest in Peace, good and faithful
servant. Thank you from an old Cub Scout. (firstname.lastname@example.org;
SCHOFIELD: I am the grandson of John Matthews, the eldest
brother of Brother George Matthews. I am writing because I just found
out about the passing of my great uncle. The last time I saw him was
probably 1995, and my family lost touch with him a few years ago. I
have been working on a family tree for my soon-to-be born son and when I
searched for recent information, I found his obituary. I must say I am
deeply saddened by this news and really ashamed that I lost touch with
him. He was a very caring, gentle soul whose silly faces always made me
laugh when I was younger. When my grandfather was dying, he spent time
praying with him and helping my grandfather ease into his eternal
life. He and my grandfather were very close growing up. (email@example.com)
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Memoriam: Br. Michael Mullin ’59
DISS '60: What sad news. I remember Mike as one who always jumped
in with enthusiasm and a helping hand when projects needed done at
Marist. On one occasion he helped me glue hundreds of snowballs and
peonies (flowers) to a 4X8 piece of plywood to spell out
"Congratulations" to be displayed at the graduation dinner of the MC
class of '62, I believe. He always had a smile on his face and was ever
ready to have a fun time. (firstname.lastname@example.org;
GARGAN ’59: I was a Marist from 1958 through 1965. My only
years outside training were spent at Marist High in Bayonne, New
Jersey. I had a run-in with Br. Sixtus Victor – young monk and older
nice guy who was probably miscast as a director but a fine man when he
did not have to be in charge.
I had graduated from St.
Agnes in 1958 with Bob Lopez and Joe Pagano. Br. Michael Mullin, Frank
Sutton, and Charlie Straub were part of our class before they went to
Over the last couple of months, Br.
Michael Mullin and I were working on the Fiftieth Anniversary of our St.
Agnes class. We had fun doing it. We met for lunch on April 17th
at “A Bucket of Blood” bar right around the corner from the old St.
Agnes at 44th and Third Avenue. We had a great time
reminiscing and planning for the fiftieth. We set it for September 7th
at Donovan’s of Bayside. I got the letters ready for the known
sixty-two addresses (out of 104). The envelopes were stamped and
sealed, and then I heard that Mike had died on the 28th.
What sadness. We then unsealed the envelopes and gave the sad news to
our class members. But we kept the date, saying: “all the more reason
to get together to remember old times and old friends while we can.”
Mike was able to get
the addresses of former monks such as Br. Francis Andrew, Br. Martin
Jude, Br. Rudolph Ramirez, Br. Ed McElroy, and present Brother, Kenneth
Evance. At the end of May I intend to send them invitations to be our
guests as we get more organized.
I was at Br. Michael’s wake
in Jersey City last week and knew he would be happy with carrying this
on. I reflected on how fleeting are our plans but how they must go on.
One postscript. I met with
Br. Pat Lally about three years ago. We talked about Br. Vic. He knew
I had had a run-in with him and teased me about it. I said to him, “at
least I went to his wake up at Mt. St. Michael’s.” He said, “You just
went to make sure that he had died.” A funny guy, that Pat Lally… (email@example.com;
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The following excerpt is taken from a eulogy
written by Pat Gallagher in tribute and memory “to a really good man and
true Marist,” Monsignor William Sears who died on January 8, 2005. The
full eulogy may be viewed on the Marists All website: <http://academic2.marist.edu/foy/maristsall/obits/williamsears.htm>.
Jack Noone, a member of the Marists All team, while updating the website
had noticed that William Sears had no eulogy. Pat Gallagher was asked to
write it. When Pat’s beautiful tribute was completed, Jack wrote:
a brother acknowledged…
a void filled...
a bond unbroken..
the ring restored
GALLAGHER ‘53: Bill Sears passed from this life to that of
total spirit on January 8, 2005, knowing that for some time he had lived
a fragile existence with his declining health, his weakened heart, and
his injuries sustained in Vietnam. (He had remarked in earlier letters
to Marists All: "I'm ready but the Boss ain't.") Maybe his attitude
toward life, his exuberance, his caring for others, was affected by an
event in Nam when he, for the first time, almost made that same
transition close to four decades earlier. … Four marines were seriously
injured out in the steaming jungle, and a Presbyterian minister was on
call to go out to them. Bill, a Marine Corps chaplain, knowing the
minister was married with children, volunteered to go. In their APC,
Bill and the other marines successfully found the wounded. On the
return, the APC hit a mine; the wounded marines were all killed; medics
rushing to the scene started to attend to the survivors, one of whom was
Bill. One medic remarked: "Get a body bag for this one (meaning Bill)."
But another medic said, “He's still alive,” and Bill just pulled
through. (Years later after that medic graduated from medical school,
Bill officiated at his wedding.) … A born raconteur, Bill reveled in a
myriad number of stories of his helping others, shaking up the clotted
arteries of one institution after another, and still exemplifying his
patience with those who were even more frustrated than Bill. … To
convey something of this man whom I got to love so much, I, too, can
only recount a number of stories. Through each of them a wonderful,
generous and yes, holy man shines through, a totally unselfish man with
strong opinions, with muted iconoclastic tendencies that remained
impatient with the personal and organizational obstacles that stood in
the way of helping people. … Bill evinced what could only be called an
extraordinary love of the Marist Brothers, for everything Marist shone
through in all his talk and his letters to Marists All. In those eight
letters, he never forgot "his Marist roots," and he admitted:
"Everything I've learned in and with the Little Brothers of Mary has
stood me in good stead through my forty years in the priesthood." He
spoke always of "my brothers" and he longed to get together with his
brothers at the September reunion to reminisce, to retell the old
stories, and to laugh so heartily with the group about those events of
years gone by…. In his last letter in mid-2004, he repeated a quote he
had included once before: "The tide recedes but leaves behind bright
seashells." For this navy man, this former marine, for this priest, for
this man of the spirit and spiritual man, for this truly Marist brother,
the tide went out on January 8, 2005, but left behind are the beautiful,
bright seashells, thousands of them, one for each of the people that
Bill touched so intimately.
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GEORGE MORELLI ‘61: Since I last wrote or Marists All, many of
my duties have changed considerably. As I mentioned in the first
article, I transferred to the Eastern Church. The emphasis on Desert
Spirituality and the Fathers of the Church (and writings of the
Philokalia) was very spiritually appealing. In 2000 I asked permission
from my Metropolitan Archbishop to transfer to San Diego to care for my
brother, a paralyzed Vietnam veteran, to tend to his increased needs.
While assigned as assistant pastor of St. George's Antiochian Orthodox
Church, I was given other duties: President of the Eastern Orthodox
Clergy Conference of San Diego and President of the Society of St. John
Chrysostom-Western Region. The SSJC is responsible for setting up
international, national and regional meetings promoting Eastern and
Western Christian Unity- at all ecclesial levels. Most of the work I do
now is international-national consulting on psycho-spiritual-ethical
issues, integrating these three gifts. Go to:
There is practically nothing I
do that I do not look back and refer to my Marist Formation. I find
myself in talking to others: "Well, in my Marist days, etc." While I
am so comfortable in Eastern Spirituality, the foundation of the
synergia of my spiritual life contains two beautiful years I spent at
St. Joseph's Novitiate in Tyngsboro and the Marist Scholasticate in
Poughkeepsie. I have developed many friends here in San Diego; some are
members of the most ancient religious orders of the Western Church.
None of the beautiful spirituality of these holy religious orders of the
Church can trump what I received in my Marist formation. Although no
longer officially a member of the Marists, I am a spiritual child of St.
Marcellin Champagnat and all the humble, holy, unsung Brothers that came
before me. May God be praised! In Christ's service… (Archpriest
George Morelli, Ph.D, 2579 Luciernaga St., La Costa, CA 92009-5822;
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Guldner ‘66: My wife Fran and I moved last summer to a
Hovnanian development in Jackson, NJ and have found it to be exactly
what we wanted after twenty-seven years in Budd Lake. The reason for
my memo is that Fran and I attended a Mass at St Patrick’s Cathedral on
March 2, commemorating the 200th Anniversary of the Archdiocese of New
York. This particular Mass honored the 121 different religious orders
that taught in the Archdiocese since 1808. Incredibly, 81 of these
orders sent reps to this Mass. I asked around for any Marist Brothers
but struck out. I heard that Br. Kearney was there, but I could not
locate him at the reception that followed. (firstname.lastname@example.org
NOONE ‘54:We all have our special memories. Mine were
of construction with the other "monks" at Marist College and trying to
stay out of Ed Mike's grasp. He would divert us from the job we were
doing and send us off on a new job. Then Nilus would wonder why we
hadn't completed our assigned job. Also, listening to music on Nilus's
stereo system in Adrian Hall, trying to learn chemistry, the long walks
in the hills around Esopus, the glass walls of the dining room and study
hall. And of course, the photographic images of the Virgin Mary around
the top interior of Our Lady Seat of Wisdom Chapel <http://library.marist.edu/archives/MHP/chapel/chapel/html>
and studying amid the stacks of Readers’ Digest on the bottom floor of
Greystone. Teaching at St. Mary’s High School in Manhasset where I
observed Br. Cletus Richard and the other Brothers, their dedication a
shining example of true brotherhood. When I returned to Esopus with Br.
Hugh Turley, the memories of my youth just came washing over me. It was
an incredible experience. And there was so much more!
I keep these memories locked
inside. They have sustained me in troubling times and have shaped who I
am. I keep them inside because reality robs us of our dreams, and I
feel that dreams are an important part of who we are and also because
they sustain us. (email@example.com
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PAT GALLAGHER ‘53: While down in Mexico on vacation I met two
former Sisters of St. Joseph, one of whom is married to a former priest
from the Brooklyn diocese. Trudy Frank (nee Collins) taught with the
Marists at Christ the King and was desirous of seeing if there were any
of our guys who remembered her while she was teaching religion at Christ
the King in the 70s. She was known as Sister Trudy Collins in those
days. Her email is
GEORGE FEBLES ‘58: I came to Marist Prep in 1955 from Bishop
Dubois. John Bantz, a year ahead, was my athletic and spiritual idol.
I left the prep in November of 1956-57. Finished at Dubois in 1958. I
studied at Manhattan and later received an MA in Spanish from Fordham in
1969. I taught Spanish at Xavier High School in New York City and
coached track and field until 1977. I left Xavier after twenty-five
years and taught special education in the Dobbs Ferry school district.
I then went back to teaching Spanish at Scarsdale High School from
on hold, I am teaching Spanish to eighth graders in Mahopac Middle
School and coaching hurdlers at Fordham Prep with my sons George (Head
coach; AP History) and Matthew (computer manager for a medical group in
White Plains), the jumps coach.
I loved the
days and years I was with the Marist Brothers. I pray for them all and
obviously, they’ve prayed for me. Deo gratias. (firstname.lastname@example.org;
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ELAINE CARTER: I was an Incarnate Word and Blessed Sacrament
sister. I met the Marist Brothers when I taught in Laredo and again in
Brownsville in our convent schools. Br. Francis Zaglauer was one of my
dearest friends. I remain friends with Donald Haughey (Austin, Texas)
and Br. Michael Laratonda off and on. It was Donald who led me to your
website long ago. I did submit some prose to Marists All as a tribute
to Br. Francis after he passed away. I had visited Francis while he was
at the Allen Pavilion before he was sent to hospice. I returned for his
funeral in Esopus. I hope to return to Esopus one day before I die. I
really enjoy your newsletter. It has the tone of community. It’s many
things, actually. (email@example.com)
JAMES (James Patrick)
FITZPATRICK ’50: I'd like to ask the prayers of the Community
for my sister, Catherine Patricia FitzPatrick, MD, who passed away
yesterday, April 28, 2008, at the Hospice of the Comforter in Altamonte
Springs, Florida. She had a varied and interesting career and was way
ahead of her time in being an independent and active woman. She
attended Our Lady of Solace School in the Bronx, St. Helena's High
School, and Berkeley University. She earned her medical degree at the
National University of Dublin, Ireland. She was a member of the Medical
Missionaries of Mary for a while. She practiced in Nigeria for several
years before returning to the States and to the lay community. She was
a Captain in the USCG and retired to Florida. May she rest in peace. (firstname.lastname@example.org
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MILLER ’57: I am writing this update from fabulous downtown
Glen Dale – Reynolds Memorial Hospital penthouse suite #506. First, I
would like to thank my wonderful daughter Tiffany who is making it
possible to send this e-mail to you. Of course, assisting Tiffany is
our beautiful and magnificent new granddaughter, Maggie. In many
respects I am on the last leg of my Spiritual/Physical Life Journey.
They can no longer deal with my lung cancer by using regular/moderate
chemo and radiation - surgery is out of the question. The purpose of
my stay at Reynolds is to build me up for what is intended to be the
last possible chemo treatment. They want to help me lose some weight,
strengthen my legs and upper body, and teach me to breathe two different
ways. I am taking: physical therapy, occupational therapy, and
I want to thank so many of you for
your visits, cards, and most of all your prayers. All of you have been
part of my support group since 2002 when we began my fight with cancer.
I owe so much to Carol, who has been with me 110% since the beginning –
she has put up with a lot: my moments of anger, my periods of
discouragement and depression, and picking me up when I was sliding
down. I owe so much to Tiffany who is always there “to get me this and
get me that.” Of course, standing with Tiffany and Maggie is Jason who
is always there when I need him.
Also, please say a prayer for Fr. Tom
Schiffer, the pastor of St. Jude Catholic Church who died on April 30.
May his soul rest in the arms of our Savior. I was Fr. Tom’s pastoral
assistant for the last three years.
news is that I feel God is calling me to an extended ministry in my
retirement. I have cancer that will bring about the end to my life as
His child and servant on earth, but there is something else He wants me
to do. God wants me to surrender to His Will and by my example be an
inspiration to others in their battles with cancer and other physical
ailments. I am to continue smiling, and maybe act like a fool, to bring
joy and a smile to others. I am to keep reminding others and myself
that when we place ourselves in God’s hands, everything is going to be
all right. I am going to remind myself and others during times of pain
and sickness what God allowed His Son to go through on that first Good
Today, I had a meeting with the docs
and nurses and they say I might be able to go home next Friday – May 9.
At that time, I will be under the care of home health/visiting nurses.
On May 23, I will have another PetScan followed by a visit with the
oncologist to go over the results of the scan and the date when we are
possibly going to start the last series of chemo.
This should bring you up to date.
Please keep up your prayers as I am praying for all of you. Always
remember how important you are to me and how much I love all of you.
May God bless all of you – May Mary
protect you – and may Joseph watch over all that you do. (email@example.com
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